The Mice, The Dead Ones
I suppose I should consider myself lucky, I'm not the type to shudder and squeal at a rat running from trash bag to trash bag as I walk down the street. Live rats scurrying around subway tracks,to me, a distraction while waiting for the train. My first apartment was overrun (ok, not overrun, but inhabited by several) mice and they were, kind of, cute. B…
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